Somewhere between work and home between, husband and daughter, between greyhound and rabbits, between chaos and order, between garden gloves and sewing machine, between food and sleep, there is this blog.

Sunday, December 06, 2009

Why I don't Facebook anymore.

Ah, Facebook.
To say I have put this little life-gobbling application on the back-burner would be a gross understatement. My actual flesh-and-blood, person-to-person social life is currently occupying the back burner.

This means that my blog has been plunked on our somewhat unreliable propane camp stove. Which means that my Facebooking* is festering away somewhere down in the cellar, hands clasped choirboy-style, gamely warbling, "The sun'll come out tomorrow..."

"Why?" you ask. "Why are you neglecting this useful social networking tool? Why has your profile pic. not been changed in nearly a year?"** Well the answer is simple. Sort of.

I am scared of Facebook.

Doing something simple like uploading a profile pic puts me perilously close to the black hole that will suck an entire productive day dry. First it starts by putting a photo up, then I want to see who else has put new photos up, then I want to comment on those photos, then I have to get all witty about commenting on people's status updates, then before I know it, it's dinnertime, my child and dog are eating each other, my husband has been sucked into his computer, my house has been hit by a tornado and I am still in my housecoat.

There. See why Facebook is so scary?

*please, Generation Z, help me out with a cooler word here
**see what I mean about my social life? I've got to invent my own Greek Chorous in order to carry on a conversation.